Naura Keyra

Want to Change

Love him without overdoing it. Simple, but not faded.

★★★★★

"Wake up."

Rafka awakens feeling Keyra's soft hand touching her nape. He yawned widely and then looked at the pale face of the wife who looked exhausted. Rafka who understood immediately carried her son's body onto the bed.

Rafka glanced at the wall clock. Time almost showed at 1 am. That means he and Milan slept on the couch for almost 2 hours. The man stretched his stiff muscles and turned to look at Keyra.

Rafka touches Keyra's cold cheeks. His lips moved to kiss the top of Keyra's head. "Rest. It's malem, Ra."

"We're going to Milan's room" asked Keyra. Grab Rafka's big hand and take her to the next room. Keyra cleans up first before joining Rafka. Keyra's hand slipped in to tightly hug her husband's warm body.

"Cie's getting older, what do you want?" Keyra. His tapered hands, moving in an abstract pattern on the chest of Rafka's field.

Rafka smiled without opening her eyes. The man returned the embrace of the wife is no less strong. "I want you..."

"Tomorrow, Mas. Really swear," said Keyra quickly made Rafka chuckle. "I want you to close the aurat. Not fuck, woi!" Keyra's forehead creased deeply while digesting the husband's words. "From a long time ago, look at you in the hijab and without that coercion, my deepest desire."

In Rafka's arms, Keyra froze for a long time. His mind began to branch thinking about the words of the husband. Because just this time, Rafka asked him to close the aurat.

"Without being forced," Rafka repeated as she stroked Keyra's brown mane. "Slow down will, Ra. Closing the law is an obligation for us."

Keyra nodded stiffly. "Let me time for hijrah and Istiqomah, Mas. People say, hijrah is easy, and the difficult istiqomahnya. I'm afraid that I'm hijab, not even Istiqomah." Keyra sangsi. Negative thoughts began to approach him. Keyra was actually afraid if later he had hijab, even open-closed in public alias in front of the non-muhrimnya.

"Throw away those negative thoughts, Ra. Love your hijrah and Istiqamah process later. Insha'allah, you are Istiqomah," replied Rafka steadily. He rubbed Keyra's back, giving a comfortable sensation to his wife.

"Why did you suddenly ask me to close the aurat, Mas?" Keyra asked curiously as she yawned. He could only fall asleep when Karmila was already comfortably asleep.

Keyra was a little surprised when she had to wake up at night when her daughter cried loudly to suckle. Because long ago when she gave birth to Milan, End immediately took her to Thailand without she had time to see and care for her eldest son.

"You want to know?" Keyra nodded slowly. "Sebrngsk-brngsk his men, they will certainly choose a girl who can keep the aura of the view that is not muhrimnya. So do I, Ra. One strand of your hair that you see is not your muhrim, the reply is 70 thousand years in hell and can attract Papa Davin, Raga, me and Milan in it."

"That's epaphthal?" Keyra's hand shook hearing that.

Rafka nodded. Breathing out that started to get worse. "I'm sorry I just found out, Ra. We can both learn to improve ourselves from before."

"I want to change too" Rafka added, sounding bitter. Keyra was stunned as Rafka cried on her shoulder. "I don't want Ra our kids to be my cake first. From a small rarely taught prayer let alone njai. Dad was busy taking care of his company, while my other family taught me more about medicine, not religion."

Keyra's mouth shut.

"Except Mother, he was the only one who faithfully taught me about manners, medicine as well as religious science. But basically it used to be wayward, I like to refute the words of Mother, Ra. And now, it's so bad.."

Rafka's tears were pouring down Keyra's neck. The man's chatter was inaudible but his shaky shoulders made Keyra cry. Rafka really took out her uncles that had been unknown to Keyra.

Rafka's no crybaby, Keyra knows it. Everyone has the right to cry to forget their emotions. The man wept because remembering the responsibility before his Lord was so great. He became a pillar in the household, guarding and protecting his wife and children.

Rafka brushed her tears and lowered her head to kiss Keyra's lips to stop crying. "Sorry Naura. I love you more than our creator. Throw away all means let you be mine, again. Although the way is wrong and includes zina. I used to not work, but now it's different. I'm afraid our son got hit because of my old behavior."

Rafka's shoulder he patted slowly, Keyra's eyes proved if he followed crying considering his sin.

"Mas, do not love man more than his creator. And I'm sorry about you at that time." said Keyra half sobbing. "Don't say that again! Milan same Mila-"

Keyra's words were cut off as Rafka dropped a lip on her forehead. "Simple but not faded? Babe I'm trying" Rafka said. "We can educate them from early."

★★★★★

Keyra looked at the mirror while fixing the nude pashmina that was in line with his simple gamis. The pull from behind, made Keyra turn.

"Well Mama, ." said Karmila cheerfully.

Counted already 3 years old age of his youngest daughter. Karmila's behavior is really not my face. Its nature is almost the same as Kannika and Tiffany who are bar-bar and can not not be noisy every day.

"Yok mama buy esklim!"

Keyra ducked, equalizing her height with Karmila. "Wait for Papa to Bang Milan, yes. You here use the powder first," said Keyra softly. Move fetch baby powder on her dresser. But Karmila's tiny hand jolted the powder until it slammed onto the floor.

"No, no! Mila don't like powder, it stinks!!!"

Keyra laughed and held Karmila as the roar of her husband's car engine rang out from the front yard. The woman suddenly grimaced a little as her son's hand pulled the hijab she was wearing. "What's this mama? Why did Mama make ni mulu?" Cerocos Carmilla. He is indeed very chatty and hyperactive, very different from his brother's super calm nature.

"Hijab."

"Head?"

"Hijab, baby," Keyra said as she touched Karmila's nose. "Will you use it too?"

Karmila nodded, before long she shook her head. "Ndak. Libet make jibab, later Mila's crazy!"

"No. If Mila used to make this, Mila would love it, it wouldn't be too hot."

Karmila appears to be hesitating as Keyra takes her to the terrace. The mother dropped herself off in front of her new Papa's car with Milan. "Well, Mila wants to make a jibab!"

Keyra is amazed. Same with her husband and eldest son. "Where is Mila?"

"We buy first baby," said Keyra then lead Karmila to sit next to the wheel.

Milan, who was sitting in the back seat, then turned towards Keyra. "Mama is sitting behind Milan," Keyra nodded as Milan spoke.

Tin tin!

The sound of the horn surprised Keyra and Rafka who were still standing next to the car. Karmila. The boy smiled five fingers as he flicked his black hair back. "Mama, Papa! Mila wants to go."

Both her parents frowned. "I mean Mila, she wants to pay, Ma, Pa." The firstborn who understood the words of his sister. "Milan wants to learn to paycheck." Milan's speech this time again made his parents surprised.

In the past 3 years, Milan has often heard his parents chant a beautiful holy verse to hear. Even when the mother invited him to take the lesson, Milan always refused under the pretext of sleepiness.

Milan just don't know where to start. He was confused by the change of his parents. The first time he saw the mother wearing a hijab, Milan could only stagger without being able to ask anything.

Her mother is much prettier with the head covering and only polishes her face with thin make-up.

Keyra glanced at Rafka asking for help. He whispered softly, "Cariin guru njai for them yes, Mas. If our children really want to learn without being forced, thank God very much."

Rafka nodded, inviting his wife to get in the car. "Papa's T-shirt brought a teacher to you both."

"Why don't you and your Dad teach you?"

Keyra glanced at Rafka and then smiled faintly. "We're still learning, son."

Milan nodded slowly without asking any more. During the journey to the airport, Karmila could not stand still and always looked out the window and asked her Papa what she did not know.

The car arrived at the airport for almost a 40-minute journey. Rafka grabbed Karmila's body and carried it. The other, free hand, moved to link its fingers to Keyra's soft fingers.

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